Back to That Same Old Place

It feels weird to feel comfortable these days, but here I am: firmly ensconced at the end of my kitchen table and settled into a routine. I take a break to have lunch and teach my son. I walk the dog at the start and at the end of the day. Every Friday, my office has a happy hour, sitting in front of webcams instead of around a conference room table.

The camaraderie that we have built together over the past few years, through physical moves, reorganizations, the passings of dear colleagues, and the general wear and tear any close-knit office goes through, seems to have prepared us well for this. We haven’t seen each other in months, though we see each other every week. We’re still cordial, frequently goofy, but always supportive. And even if nerves get frayed and I get grumpy with someone, it’s easy to take a step back and remember that they’re going through the same thing I am.

We’re beginning to formulate our plans to go back into the office after our extended teleworking stint. Not there is any urgency to do so. We just preparing for the inevitable day when it’s reasonably safe to return to our cubicles. That going into the office will be a disruption to the routine is wild to think about. To be honest, I’m not sure how I’m going to handle it. Hopefully, my productivity plan will help me adapt. But, like I said, I feel comfortable right now.